[aeonfvx]

Arcadia / Resident Evil: Afterlife (2010) / Director Paul W.S. Anderson

[lbelongiiu]

HIS GIRL FRIDAY (1940) dir. Howard Hawks

[summertimenoir]

Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca (1942)

[aaronstveit]

Now you listen to me, I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives and several bartenders dependent me, and I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself "slightly" killed.

NORTH BY NORTHWEST 1959 • dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[daydreamerdrew]

Alone at Night

wool, cotton

48" x 39"

2021

Erin M. Riley

[oil-eclipse]

Today’s Noirvember film was Kuroneko (1968). Since it predates I Spit On Your Grave- which is commonly cited as the first Good For Her movie- I can’t seem to figure out why this one isn’t included on all the lists. Is it because ghosts are doing the good-for-hering? Who knows.

And Tarantino absolutely lifted from this one for Kill Bill.

[rachels-memories]

Happy Noirvember: The plot that confounds

[mudwerks]

(via Film Noir Photos: Rub-a-dub-dub: Jill Ireland)

Someone Behind the Door (1971)

[ether--net]

[tenebrobscuro]

The first simulated image of a black hole was calculated with an IBM 7040 computer using 1960 punch cards and hand-plotted by French astrophysicist Jean-Pierre Luminet in 1978.

[str-ngeloop]

the romance of hand-plotting. this guy looked at the numbers and drew each of those dots manually, and the image emerged. we can only imagine how he felt

[miamaimania]

“Floating Echoes” - A red whisper in Chinatown’s puddles.

[lforlimbo]

Лáйка (Laika), 3 November 1957

[scifiseries]

[grossnational]

?

[yamasakiko---ji]

[retropopcult]

Girl Scouts selling cookies, c.1965

[gacougnol]

Rafal Krol

Beskidy Mountains

Poland

[speciesbarocus]

“I only really live outside of myself; outside of myself I think, meditate, know; outside of myself I receive what is given, enduringly; I invent outside of myself. Outside of myself, I exist”

—

Michel Serres, The Five Senses: A Philosophy of Mingled Bodies (1985).

“I am inside, burnt to a crisp […] I am inside, ejected and excluded […] Inside, amidst the insane fire which pushes me outwards […] I am still imprisoned […] A submissive subject, subjugated, prostrate, trampled, flattened by the enormous burden of language. Crushed to death.” (ibid.)